扒开粉嫩的小缝隙喷白浆

Each ball of yellow mass, when spurted out, swirled and flung out quite a bit of sticky yellow liquid.

Although these sticky liquids didn’t shoot far, soon the entire encampment was flooded with an indescribable smell.

Even with a mask on, the smell could penetrate, and it seemed that even the mask had become a source for the stench.

Most of the players were already quite far away from the array of maggots, but they still felt like someone was shoving feces up their noses. Smelling the stench, the players looking on retreated again.

Some had even gone to the side and crouched in the corner, just waiting to puke.

As for the werecats... In Maromatha’s case, her sense of smell was much stronger than a human’s, and her fur stood on end immediately when she smelled this stench.

It started from her ears, then her tail shot straight up, and the black fur on her tail swelled visibly. The beautiful, shiny black tail turned into a black chicken feather duster all of a sudden.

Then her gaze lost its light, and with wide eyes, she fell backward and hit the ground with limbs outstretched, passing out.

Smiling, the female player who had been accompanying her grabbed Maromatha’s waist and dragged her away, all the way to the outside of the encampment against the leeward side of the fence, and only then did she stop.

And during this time, players’ pained screams intermittently came from the encampment.

“Fire!”

A row of yellow balls of feces, showering droplets here and there, launched into the air.

Placing the black cat gently against the wall, the female player rubbed her hands together excitedly.

With a slightly smug expression on her smiling face, she then touched the black cat’s soft ears with her hands, then cupped her face with both hands, revealing a silly, smitten smile. “Hahaha, touched it.”

After laughing, she reached out to touch the cat’s ears again, followed by another giggle while cupping her face.

After a few repetitions of this, the black cat Maromatha woke up.

Her face was ashen and she wobbled farther away, digging a pit in the sand with both her hands and feet and then her mouth puckered as a stream of vomit that looked like rainbow colors landed in the sandpit.

After throwing up for several minutes, she finally felt better.

Maromasha pushed her hands into the sand to bury the vomit, then crouched defensively with her hands on her head, wincing and muttering, “So horrible, those Warlocks are horrible. So much poop, so stinky, hell for kitties.”

Werecats naturally loved cleanliness and would clean themselves whenever they could.

The feces spewed out by these maggots were catalyzed by magic, so the stench was at least ten times worse and was extremely difficult to disperse.

Even living beings with a very average sense of smell like humans couldn’t stand it, let alone werecats, whose sense of smell was at least ten times stronger than a human’s.

If it was just dirty, or just smelly...

Maromatha wouldn’t have reacted that badly. But it was dirty and smelly, and it really pushed werecats over the edge. At Tebesia, the Elder Council’s chamber at the Spatial Magic Tower:

Greene looked at the three elders in front of him as he said slowly, “Barnard is dead, I saw it with my own eyes, and Roland’s woman, the queen of a small country by the name of Andonara, is truly a Legendary Great Swordsman, just as the intelligence said.”

“How is that possible!”

Hearing this, the other three elders were shocked.

One of them stood up in surprise. “How could Barnard have been killed when you and him both went over there, in a flying boat, hanging high in the air without landing, and both know Mage’s Disjunction?” “That female Legendary Great Swordsman can fly too.” Greene’s eyes were filled with fear. “The flame on her body is also blue, about the same color as the Inferior Fireball Roland created.”

It was Greene being freaked out, thinking that Roland and Andonara both had the same flame.

But the nature of their flames was different.

Roland’s was a pure magical flame. And Andonara’s was the Hero’s flame, the flame of the Immortal Phoenix Devil King.

Roland’s flames only turned blue from the sheer heat.

Andonara’s flames, on the other hand, while also blue, were nowhere near as hot as Roland’s blue flames, but they had a decent scorching ability and, most importantly, could have a great restraining effect on the evil creatures of the realm of devils.

The three remaining men looked at each other.

They felt like things had been off lately. A Legend was supposed to be the pinnacle of power in the main plane, but Oepmop from their Magic Tower had died a few days ago, and after a few days more, Barnard had died.

The words “great loss” could no longer be used to describe the current misery of the Spatial Magic Tower.

If this wasn’t settled properly, it could even affect the future of the Spatial Magic Tower.

Two Legends had fallen in a matter of days.

If the students preparing to learn spatial magic found out, how would they see the Monochrome Magic Tower? They would think that this Magic Tower was rubbish and weak; otherwise, how could even Legends have fallen one after another?

And one was killed by a Master, and the other was killed by the queen of a small country.

If word got out, it would be quite embarrassing.

They sighed heavily, and finally, someone suggested, “Let’s contact the Great Elder and listen to his opinion.”

The other three nodded.

The Legendary Mage who offered his opinion immediately started the special spatial mental communication method, but then his face, which looked puzzled at first, gradually turned pale. At the same time, he swallowed. “I can’t contact the Great Elder.”

The other three thought this was normal. “Spatial mental leap fails easily, it’s not like you don’t know that. Try contacting him a few more times.”

“No, I located the Great Elder’s soul, but it’s in the wrong place, and he ignored me.”

“Where did he go off to now?”

This Legend’s face gradually began to drain of color.”The underworld... it seems to be the Wall of the Faithless.”

The other three Legendary Mages first froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“Pylos, don’t joke around at times like this.”

Pylos’s expression grew paler. “I’m not joking; if you don’t believe me, contact the Great Elder yourselves.”

The three people saw the seriousness in his fearful expression and their smiles all stiffened at once.

After a while, Greene took the initiative to use a mental leap to look for the mental fluctuations of the Great Elder. The mental powers between these Legends were linked with special spatial magic, and as long as they spared their mental power, they could find their people easily.

A dozen seconds later, Greene’s expression also became pale. “It really seems to be... the Wall of the Faithless.”

The majority of Mages were faithless.

Because they wanted to become gods like Mystra, and once they believed in someone else, it would be hard to become a god.

Believers who were strong to a certain extent, even if they were normal, would be noticed by the gods. Once the first signs of godhood were detected, the consequences... would be hard to predict.

And if they had no faith at all, they would be dragged to the Wall of the Faithless and hung there to be blown by the wind.

This wind was a soul-chilling wind, and souls that hung on the wall would be pained so much that they’d wish for death. Even if they were a Legendary Mage, even if their mental power was strong, they would only last a few hundred years more than normal people would.

The Spatial Magic Tower had researched all the major planes, including where the Wall of the Faithless was. Their ancestors had also teleported there and escaped under the pursuit of the god of the underworld, and wrote about the Wall of the Faithless and its coordinates.

However, the man was later captured by the god of the underworld to hang back onto the Wall of the Faithless, nonetheless. But his strange anecdote was still remembered by the people of the Spatial Magic Tower. Everyone scouted out the location of the Great Elder, and then each one of them was terrified.

“Isn’t the Great Elder at the Red Magic Tower? Roland shouldn’t be able to kill him—could it be that Alfred from the Red Magic Tower and others who did it?”.

The second elder roared, “A Legend died in another Magic Tower—this is a shame, this is war—the Red Magic Tower must pay for this.”

“But we are no match for them.”

“Make this matter public, unite the Great Elders of other Magic Towers, and put pressure on the Red Magic Tower at the same time. Alfred dared to kill our Great Elder, so in coming days, surely he would dare to kill those of the others.”

“Yes, unite the others...”

Just then, there was a strange splattering sound from outside the council chamber.

It seemed as if something soft had fallen from high in the air.

Then the sounds of screaming came from outside the street, even accompanied by strange shrieks of “It stinks... bleh!”

The pale faces of the four Legends instantly took on some color, caused by anger.

Greene walked over to the window and pushed it open, then saw many large yellow balls thrown from high in the air outside the city, in waves and rows.

Many of them landed on the far side of the council chamber. It could be seen from high above that these yellow balls were not hard, and when they hit the ground, they splattered into a puddle of yellow muck.

A yellow orb then came crashing down from high in the air to the front of the council chamber; it was going to find its way to the window if it wasn’t stopped. Greene grunted and reached out his hand. A small tornado came out of his hand and collided with the yellow ball.

The yellow ball was cut by the tornado, turning into strips of slime that were sucked into the tornado.

After the tornado sucked them in, they were thrown out from the top of the tornado.

There was a very spectacular scene; the yellow ball inside was cut into countless slurries and then, with the rotational force of the tornado, it spurted out from above, spilling evenly in all directions.

Because Greene’s tornado was so well controlled, the rotational force of the wind was quite uniform.

The tornado was like a perfect sprinkler, moving forward like a fountain, swishing the slurries from the yellow ball in its path.

Where it passed, those citizens who couldn’t escape let out a shriek, and many of them simply fainted after running a few steps. Only a small number of people could endure this strange smell. Greene watched in amazement as Tebesia turned into a weeping hell. Just as he was wondering why this was happening, he suddenly caught a whiff of the smell of feces coming through. The moment Greene caught the smell, he nearly fainted. He subconsciously activated his Magic Shield and blocked out the air.

Looking back, he found that the other three elders all had their shields on as well.

Then Greene looked at the yellow slurry feces all over the street, his anger rising drastically.

“This is outrageous and excessive.”

Greene let out a roar of grief and indignation.